In France, between my sedentary life, the unlimited varieties of cheese available and having lunch in the university cafeteria, I ended up gaining weight. I spent the first months without a full-body mirror and I have a tendency to buy stretch pants, so it took a while before I noticed. I knew something had changed when talking with my father on Skype on New Year’s he told me I looked “less bony”. My New Year’s resolution was then to lose weight. I started running with Esther, something I thought I would enjoy if only by genetic reasons, since my father runs 8 km each morning ever since I can remember. But thank God I had my friend to motivate me because running is the most tedious workout in the world. Long story short, I got back my “normal” body until I went back to Honduras and I signed up in the dance academy my mother goes to, in an attempt to shake off the depression for being back in Honduras, more than the fact that I wanted to lose weight. The academy has also spinning classes, so I took them whenever I got bored of salsa and merengue. Again, I noticed something had changed when some ladies came over and asked me why I was so skinny. You definitely cannot please people.

Last Saturday we went to a wine festival in a region near Geneva. I spent the previous two weeks before that telling all of my friends that I was going to the “Bourru”, since the event was called “Discovering the bourru”. I thought that was the name of the town. And I couldn’t have been more wrong: the “bourru” is the grape juice a few days into fermentation.

In the series of architectural pilgrimages we have to embark on as a part of our profession there is La Chaux-de-Fonds, Le Corbusier’s birth town. We had a guided tour in which we visited the first houses he built, but we also learned that the city has other attributes and it’s thanks to them that it is considered a World Heritage according to the Unesco.